John changes...

Sarah spent the evening reviewing her notes about John, her excitement building as she imagined his inevitable late-night activities. The compulsion sigil would be working its magic, pushing him towards the idea of comparing himself to others, which would reinforce the idea of his new inadequacy. In her private chambers, Sarah finally freed herself from the compression garment, she stroked her impressive length while imagining John's activity. Would he find him eyes lingering too long on the men beside him at the urinals? Stealing peeks in the shower at the gym? Eyeing the bulges of men on the street and wondering if they are bigger than him? Perhaps even browsing certain websites that would only reinforce his growing obsession with size comparison? She would have to wait to find out but she stroked her long thick cock imagining how she has begun his downfall, and planning the next steps she would take to continue his descent.

Meanwhile that evening John had gone to the gym to try to clear his mind and work out some anxiety but it proved to be less beneficial than he hoped. usually he would be eyeing the women in their tight spandex workout clothes on the prowl for a sexy lady he might be able to approach. but instead everywhere he looked his eyes were drawn to the men around him and his mind wondered how he would compare. He found himself spending forty-five minutes in his gym's locker room after his workout, positioning himself to catch glimpses of other men in the sauna. Then lingering in the shower seeing all the men appeared more well hung than his one inch soft cock. The magical spell increasing his levels of anxiety and arousal mixed with shame. He returns to his home and unable to shake his new urges started browsing the internet searching for "average penis size" and "how to measure correctly" and wondering how he can find a way to fulfill these new needs he seems to have.

Next session.

Sara was waiting in her armchair with her notepad resting on her lap as John walked in. She watched John slide into the leather couch, noting how he sat differently today - legs pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched, his usual sprawling posture notably absent. Dark circles under his eyes suggested a sleepless night, She smiled inwardly knowing her spells had clearly impacted him.

"You seem tense today, John," she observed, smoothing her skirt. "Did something happen since our last session?"

He fidgeted with his tie, avoiding direct eye contact. "I... uh, had a weird experience at the gym this morning." His voice had lost its usual confidence and he swallowed dryly as he continued. "I couldn't stop looking. Comparing. It's getting worse, Dr. Thompson."

"Tell me about it," she encouraged, uncrossing her legs deliberately.

"I was in the shower and this guy - god, this is embarrassing..." He ran fingers through his disheveled hair. "This bodybuilder type walks in, and I just... froze. Couldn't look away. I would expect guys like that to be small cause... steroids you know? but he was so..." John's hands gestured at a large size vaguely. "And I felt so..."

"Sorry John, I'm not following you... tell me what you felt and thought" Sarah supplied smoothly, watching him flinch at her suggestion.

"I felt... small" he whispered. "he was unusually big... I've never felt like this before. I mean, I always knew I wasn't... huge. But suddenly it's all I can think about. I spent hours last night measuring myself. I could swear I used to be... bigger?"

Sarah leaned forward, knowing her blouse would fall open slightly. "These feelings of size inadequacy - do they extend beyond these mental comparisons you are making?"

"I don't know. Maybe?" His hand unconsciously drifted to his groin before he caught himself. "Even now, sitting here with you... there's this crazy urge to... to..."

"To what John?" Sarah's voice took on that hypnotic quality again. "You are safe here, you can share."

John's face flushed crimson. "It's insane, I know, but there's this... feeling. Like I need to share my size?" His confusion was delicious to watch. "God, what's happening to me?"

Sarah reached for her crystal pendant. "Perhaps we should explore these feelings more deeply. You remember our relaxation technique?"

His eyes locked onto the crystal instantly, pupils dilating. "Yes... yes, I'd like that."

"Watch the crystal, John," Sarah purred, preparing to take him into the trance. "Let's help you understand these new urges..."

"Tell me about this morning, John," Sarah commanded softly, watching his face go slack in trance. "Describe exactly what you saw in the shower."

"He was... massive," John mumbled, his breathing shallow. "Had to be 6 inches soft, his balls so big and hanging. Thick, heavy... hung like a bull." His hands twitched in his lap. "I tried not to stare but couldn't help it. Mine looked like a child's next to his."

"tell me about that... how did that make you feel?" Sarah leaned forward, drinking in his vulnerability.

"Pathetic. Weak. Mine was an inch maybe... my balls so small and tight" John's voice trembled. "I went to the stall to get hard, thinking maybe... maybe I'd grow to a decent size. But even fully erect, I felt tiny." A whimper escaped his lips. "That night I measured myself and I was only five inches. I measured three times. That guy looked bigger soft than me when I got hard. That can't be right though... I am sure I am bigger..."

Sarah smiled, the magic working perfectly. "Show me how you measured. Strip and demonstrate."

John stood mechanically, disrobing with trance-induced precision. His diminished member stood at attention, throbbing and erect he took the measuring tape Sarah handed him and measured for her.

"See?" He wrapped his fingers around himself, easily encircling his girth. "So small now. Everyone must know when they see me. The bodybuilder... he saw me looking and just smirked, like he knew... knew I was inferior."

"Did that excite you?" Sarah pressed, noting how his reduced member twitched at the memory.

"Yes," he whispered, his face blushing at his confession. "Wanted to... to kneel before him. Thank him for showing me what a real man looks like."

Sarah stood, circling him predatorily. "You're beginning to understand your place, aren't you, John? That there is a hierarchy among men based on size" She pressed close behind him, letting him feel her hidden length against his bare backside. "Tell me what you feel right now."

"Something... big," he gasped. "Against me. Some man is bigger than me and showing it." He doesn't realize in his trance it is Sarah.

"Much bigger," Sarah confirmed, her voice thick with dominance. "But you're not ready to see that yet. Soon though... very soon."

Sarah decided she needed to push him more in other ways... She pulled out her wand, and traced a complex sigil with practiced precision, the obsidian wand leaving trails of shifting purple and gold light across John's skin. The first symbol spiraled around his chest and groin, pulsing before sinking in. The sigil would push his Bisexuality and slowly thin and remove most of his body hair... The second sigil, more elaborate, she drew over his heart. This one glowed crimson before disappearing, carrying with it the compulsion that would drive him to seek out a very specific kind of encounter. She smiled, knowing the magic would ensure he couldn't resist this need. "Dress yourself and sit," she commanded, watching him mechanically comply. His movements were sluggish, dreamlike, as he pulled his expensive clothes back on. She noticed how he unconsciously rubbed at his chest, already sensing the slight difference in his thinning body hair.

Before bringing him out of trance, she whispered additional suggestions: "You'll feel an overwhelming urge to prove yourself. To compare. To bet. To record the outcome. The bigger man deserves worship, doesn't he, John?"

"Yes..." he mumbled, settling into the chair. "Bigger man... deserves worship..."

Sarah snapped her fingers, watching consciousness return to his eyes. She noticed how his hands seemed restless as if he had a need to take actions. "Now then, John," she said professionally, "shall we discuss these new urges you've been experiencing? You mentioned feeling competitive about certain... physical attributes?"

She watched his face flush as the new compulsions began to take hold, knowing that somewhere in his near future, he'd be acting out in ways he couldn't have imagined. John shifted uncomfortably, suddenly needing to disclose some actions from the previous night that he hadn't intended on sharing till her compulsion spell **** it. I found a site last night on the internet. "It's called 'MeasureUp' - guys post a public bulge picture and secretly register their actual measurements there and, make bets on who is bigger then... they submit their bet and a winner is declared." His voice dropped to a whisper. "There's this one guy, username 'AlphaDom,' who's been winning a lot there and is ranked highly. Something about him... I can't stop thinking about challenging him."

Sarah noticed John's **** squirming, how his hand kept checking his diminished package through his pants. "And what sort of... stakes are involved in these challenges?"

"The loser usually has to..." John's face flushed crimson. "Has to submit to the winner in some way, it depends on the bet... most are humiliating in some way some just suck the bigger guy. Some even take their... their..." He couldn't finish the sentence.

"I see," Sarah said softly, noting how his breathing had quickened. "And you're considering challenging this 'AlphaDom' person? Despite your recent concerns about your own... measurements?"

"I know it's crazy," John admitted, running fingers through his noticeably thinning body hair. "But I have to prove myself. Even though when I measured this morning I was barely..." He trailed off, mortified.

"Perhaps this is something you need to experience," Sarah suggested, internally laughing at the thought of what awaited him. "Sometimes we need to face our fears - and our limitations - directly."

John pulled up the app, showing her AlphaDom, bulge picture on his phone "You really think I should?"

"I think you have already decided what you need to do," Sarah replied, watching him type out the challenge with trembling fingers.

"I just hit send," he breathed, face pale. "AlphaDom is usually quick to respond. Oh god, what am I doing?" His phone dinged immediately, making him jump. "He... he accepted. Says we can meet at his place."

Sarah crossed her legs, concealing her excitement. "Well it sounds like you are set on your course, I suppose you can tell me all about the experience at our next session" She noticed John's hand trembling as he read the details. "Having second thoughts?"

"No... yes... I don't know," John stammered. "He's requiring a video. Says he wants to capture every detail of my... my submission when I lose." Another ding made him flinch. "He just sent a preview pic. Oh god..."

"Remember, John, these feelings of inadequacy you're experiencing - they're telling you something important about yourself," Sarah said smoothly. "Perhaps this encounter will help you understand your true place in the... male hierarchy."

John nodded absently, still staring at his phone. "He looks so much bigger than I remembered being... I could've sworn I used to be..." He shook his head in confusion.

As John left her office, Sarah opened her grimoire to add notes about his progress. The sigils were working perfectly - soon he would understand exactly where he belonged in the natural order of things.